Well the past week was possibly one of the most emotional weeks on record and whilst coming to terms with and beginning to enjoy a new situation, I have become an auntie for the 4th time. My sister-in-law, the one who now has 4 children with 3 different men popped another little girl out within 3 hours of her waters breaking. I don’t want to mention the word ‘bucket’ to her, but come on…!
So this baby has broken the wave of typically chavvy girls names that Sharon would give her children; Chantelle, Shanese and Aleesha and now gone for Jacqueline. Can’t say the name is much better, but at least the poor kid might not get type cast for the rest of her life. Well this news was very exciting so I quickly dragged my husband around the shops looking at pretty baby clothes to take on our visit in the next couple of weeks to cuddle the new sprog and make the other 3 remember that they are still loved of course… and show that Uncle Martin still can be very generous with his debit card in my hands!
Making the most of the last day of the summer sunshine yesterday we managed to have a BBQ and a quiet (in fact mute) celebration of the fact my best friend may also be pregnant!! She did a test at home the other day and one with me when she came over and though faint, the line was there! Wow, what fabulous news, couldn’t have timed it better if we actually tried! We are now just waiting for her all important final test before accepting and mentioning the news, but it is all incredibly exciting and keeping my fingers crossed for her. We left the 3 men to it and she I went and had a girly chat and needless to say the nursery is planned and the names are already chosen, so I think she knows the answer. Then it’s just another 8 weeks until the scan. 8 long weeks full of paranoia, hormonal mood swings, toilet trips and sheer worry over every ache or twinge in case it says so much more. All pretty terrifying really.
Well speaking of babies, my current babies (cats) have been playing up. My lovely dining room plants have been shredded at the ends from one little sh*t eating it, even when I was in the room painting he had the audacity to stand there doing it knowing I couldn’t get up quick enough to kick his little white arse into oblivion. Another one was in a horrific fight this morning in next doors garden with the neighbourhood bully. He did come off worse unfortunately with 2 claws ripped out and a gash in his neck, but he’ll survive. Another felt it would be fun to go mental and jump on my sore bloated stomach from the windowsill (I nearly killed her) and the other one has shunned me for spending the majority of the day painting rather than tickling her chin. Tut, get over it!
Actually the whole attention seeking thing sounds a bit like my husband this week too. It was his attention seeking that got me into this situation in the first place, I think he’s forgotten that! Fair enough, he did buy me a massive bunch of gorgeous flowers for when I got home on Friday and we have either spent the rest of the weekend with other people or I have shut myself away to contemplate. Only natural that he may attention seek I suppose. I was having none of it and decided to ignore him in the hope he would get bored and find something else constructive to do. Seeing my disinterest he stood in front of me and pulled up his top to show me his bulging belly from overeating, nice. Then he lifted it further to repeatedly show me his nipples, which I’m not a particular fan of, especially when trying to concentrate on something else. I’m not sure why he felt the need to do that to be honest, but worse than that… while I tried to contain my queasiness at having to admire his nipples he decided to pull his pants down and give me a full on moony,… brilliant! If I wasn’t feeling sick before, I am now… ewww!!!
